"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I was supposed to meet up with this chick with nice everything that ive been trying to woo my way into her pants. And her pants only, i don't care saying that. But she stood me up. I don't feel the least bit sad or sorry because now i've got time to go for a pack of jelly bellies. cAn't wait to know her excuse though.

Iuno, like, I don't know this woman? She could be one of those women who doesn't mind a shag with someone who's open about it or isn't bothered by someone just wanting to get into her pants. Or maybe at the first sign of a guy only wanting in her pants she'd run for the hills.